Kevin Puppet and the Tailgater

I’m Kevin Puppet. You might remember me from blogs such as Kevin Puppet, the Wench in the Wardrobe and Kevin Puppet and the Widow Bradley. Recently, I hooked up with some old friends and went to the Naval Academy vs. Rutgers football game in Annapolis. You wouldn’t believe these people; it was 34 degrees out and they showed up before eight in the morning. Y’all know Kevin Puppet doesn’t do morning and Kevin Puppet doesn’t do cold. Nonetheless, one good thing about these weirdo’s (one nut was wearing shorts and another wore flip-flops) is that they get their drink on. Bloody mary’s, mimosas, and beer kept me warm in the early morning frost. I love me my beer, cigars, and cream filled delight.

Eventually I warmed up and spent some time smashing everyone’s face in playing “The Game.” When you drop triple sixes like Kevin Puppet, no one can challenge. Look for my name on the plaque! Here’s me playing and some of the chumps I whipped on.

After beating everyone at the game I sat and chatted with the lone solo act. As you can tell it didn’t take long for her to get into the puppet, but I suspect she dwelled upon another.

After macking on girlie for a while, I had a “therapy session” with Mr. Bob. Whoa be the person who went in after me.

Always the social puppet, I wandered the lot and to see what else was going on. Navy may not be vying for the national title, but they are definitely one of the nation’s best in tailgating. People were parting everywhere. Of course I had to crash a few.

This was my favorite one. He had his hands in that special puppet place.

I didn’t know it, but they have some HOT cheerleaders at the Naval Academy. I managed to get a few to pose with me. We did a few different poses, but this was my fav; I think they called it “concerned cheerleader.”

I also got a pic with the female cheerleaders for those of you who can’t handle Kevin Puppet’s non-traditional lifestyle.

When I finally got back to my buddy’s party, I blindly grabbed a beer and wouldn’t you know it was Coors Freaking Light. Now, Kevin Puppet hates Coors Light, I tend to react poorly to it.

Since we were out of real beer, I volunteered to go get some more while everyone else went into the stadium. No biggie, Kevin Puppet is always ready to lend a hand. However, when I got back to the parking lot it was pretty full. There was no way I was going to carry the icy cold brew all the way across the parking lot, so I just parked at the tailgater. I can’t understand why everyone got so upset.

After I was “convinced” to move my car they happened to notice how I slightly rubbed the car in the spot next to where I was. Wouldn’t you know it was “crazy shorts guy’s” car. Needless to say he wasn’t happy. He tried to give me a good chewing out, but I laughed him off. And you know what he wouldn’t let up. Now Kevin Puppet can only stand so much, I hauled off and let him have it. Not in my wildest dreams could I imagine what happened next. Two weeks hard time, otherwise this would have been up sooner.

That’s all for now, stay tuned for the Further Adventures of Kevin Puppet.